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You Were Right To Make the Wrong Career Choice: Why Ted Forth Says Never Give Up on Your Art

Posted in Uncategorized by cesco7 on February 5, 2015

SF February 5 2015Why do we do it? What compels illustrators, writers, actors, musicians, stand-up comics, dancers, and so many more to dedicate so much of their energy—so much of their very existence—to pursuits that can often result in frustration, pessimism, self-doubt, and poor credit ratings? What can possibly be the upside to feeling down so often and sometimes so deep? What’s with the miserable, spectacularly disheartening tone of this introductory paragraph? Why don’t I just pour salt in your wounds? Huh? Why don’t I just stop typing right now, open up a big can of Morton whoop-ass and pour it into the gaping chasm that is your soul as I sit back and watch you writhe in incalculable, interminable pain?

Because believe it or not, I’m hopefully going somewhere with this and the result just may very well be encouraging. I have had difficult times as a writer. I have had fortunate times. But no matter what the time I, like so many of you, couldn’t think of not pursuing writing/cartooning/odd foray into safety puppetry. That’s because no matter what your artistic pursuit, the goals are far larger than any sense of success in the traditional manner. They are both quite basic and very elaborate, immediate yet ongoing. In short, I’ve thought about this long and hard for several minutes and I’ve come up with the following three possible reasons you should never, ever give up on your creative career:

1. To Know We Exist
At the risk of sounding like Neo struggling with the Monarch Notes to Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, when you get right down to it reality is but a shared illusion. We don’t feel as if we truly exist unless someone, at some point, turns to us and says, “Hey, glad you could make it! Oh and you just gotta try the dip. I don’t know what Jenny put in it but it’s just freakin’ awesome! Maybe she added feta. Hey, Jenny? Jenny! Did you put feta in the dip? The dip! Did you put feta in the dip?! You did?! I knew it! Awesome, man. Just freakin’ awesome!”

Consequently, most artists only feel truly alive when someone takes note of their work, of their efforts, of their goals. Now many of you might be thinking, “But I know plenty of artists who are loners, who seem to actively shun social interaction, who can’t go five damn minutes in a group without making some fucked-up comment that alienates everyone, even after I went out of my way to vouch that he was cool and wouldn’t bring down the party.” But being unable to cope with people is not quite the same as not wanting to be recognized by people. What we can’t say in public without causing people to look at the table in awkward silence, quietly peeling the labels off their beer bottles, we can say in our performance, our drawings, our self-produced EP. Now that might come across as high-falutin’ talk from a guy whose professional responsibilities consist of no more than attaching word balloons to doodles anywhere from one to four panels a day. But my comic strip allows me to connect with people that I would in no other way get to meet or be able to say “Hello” to without freezing up or immediately apologizing. What I’m trying to say is that we all need to find our own way to achieve recognition. I don’t mean at a pecuniary or even professional level but in a manner that lets us have our identity confirmed. You are an artist. Through your art you substantiate such to others. You go from a concept to someone many will love, many will like, many will detest and many will wonder what the hell you’re doing at age 55 still buying all your clothes from a consignment shop in Brooklyn. You’ve joined the party, you’ve got your name tag, now enjoy the dip.

2. To Know We Are Free
As far as subtitles go, “To Know We Are Free” is about as down-to-earth and humble as “To Know We Duly Possess the Inevitable Facet Crucial to Soul and Sapience” or some other quote I’m certainly misstating and surely misinterpreting from Rousseau. But nonetheless, I’m going to stick with it. Why? Because who among us, even those not in the arts, has longed not to have to work for others? How many of us here today have wanted to say, “You know what? Screw this. And screw you, Mr. Big-and-Mighty Company President! Just who the hell do you think you are, Mr. I’m-All-That-And-Oh-So-Much-More CEO?! Not everyone is so lucky—oh, I’m saying lucky! After all, some people network their way into a cushy senior management position while others find their way in a slowly sinking oil derrick while at knifepoint. I don’t quite remember the particulars of those fateful three days at sea but I do recall being rescued just prior to drowning—not from the oil company who thought it best to cut their losses—but from a tuna ship, which was oddly named considering the sheer number of dolphin the crew regularly hauled aboard. But when I brought up the subject of their ‘additional captures’ they—like that guy from the gas company who checks my meter—seemed uncomfortable with having their actions challenged. And so without concern for my well-being or how I would survive in a foreign environment they dumped me off at their very next port…which, fortunately, was San Francisco. Eventually I made my way back across country, taking odd jobs that mostly involved delivering unmarked packages, collecting ‘dues’ and stuffing envelopes. But with each employment opportunity I learned something about myself. I also received more bruises than a melon repeatedly struck with a ball peen hammer. Sure, I left each position minus any la-de-da ‘benefits package.’ And sure, that means I now have nothing in savings, nothing in checking and no income coming in with the exception of long-out-of-date rebates from Crest and Disney VHS purchases. But I’m a survivor. Or, at the very least, a breather. So put that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Boss Man!”

Clearly we’ve all been there. We’ve all had our professional frustrations with higher ups and long for a way to get past them that don’t involve screaming non-stop into one’s palms. Your art is your key to accomplishing that goal. And knowing that you are in charge of something outside of someone else’s grasp is in itself liberating. Just knowing that you are the key decision-maker in a project, a dream, that is not beholden to countless approvals has got to make you feel emancipated from others’ whims and rules. Working on your art is the very moment in your day that you are, in fact, free. That you are speaking for yourself, fulfilling your mandates. True, to achieve your dream of working full-time in art you will actually have to work with others, but at least they will be working on your project, the way YOU conceived it. Unless, of course, they have notes. And, oh boy, do they always have notes.

3. To Know We Can Just Plain Deal with It All
Every decision we make says in some small way how we’ve chosen to cope with this little riddle we call life. Accept a job you don’t particularly like but may prove financially advantageous? You’re saying, “I put the greatest value in personal security.” Opt for an “everything bagel” for breakfast? You’re saying, “To hell with carbs and halitosis, I deserve a little personal pleasure.” Decide in childhood to dedicate your life to becoming a professional cartoonist? You’re saying. “I’m through with sports. Oh, and forget talking with girls until college. Just forget it.” And they are all valid decisions.

I’ve known cartooning and so-called humor writing was my calling since middle school. Alas, that was way back in 1981, when Quarterflash topped the charts and mustaches were the tonsorial choice of more than just undercover narcotics officers, so you know it was an era rife with poor decision-making skills. I mean, come on, who bases their entire life on a career selected in a decade that opened with the question “Who shot J.R.?” and closed with the query “Who the fuck is The Escape Club?”

So why did I stick with it? Because writing and cartooning are the best ways I know how to cope with the world and my place in it. It’s a means through which I can address problems both personal and public, organize my thoughts, and ultimately offer some response (even when it’s pets speaking in free verse or Ted Forth going on about Micronauts). That’s not to say I’m coming up with any great solutions to mankind’s problems. I’m not. I can’t. Hell, you’ve read this article. It’s a discursive nightmare! If this were a high school report I’d get an “F” for effort. And what the in the world was that nonsense about oil derricks a few paragraphs back? The closest I’ve ever gotten to the oil industry is when driving past the refineries off the New Jersey Turnpike. Seriously, that’s the sort of circuitous logic that’s supposed to crack open the mysteries of the universe?!

Well, no. But life isn’t about breaking the code. It’s about putting two and two together and finding what you need to survive and what you need to thrive for a happy existence. Through cartooning and humor I’ve been able to draw my own conclusions about politics, relationships, religion, death and far too many Gen-X pop culture. Every artist uses his or her talents as a prism through which to see the world. And every artist is fortunate for that gift. Not every person has a means through which to determine what is right, what is wrong, what is true, and what are talking points. True, you may never achieve conventional success. You may never even be able to live solely off your art. But if you keep at it you’ll be recognized as an artist, you’ll enjoy the freedom that can only come from pursuing your own dreams, and you can find not only a voice but also a belief as you go through life.

Well, what do you know? I ended on a hopeful note after all. Somebody beer me.


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  1. yellojkt said, on February 5, 2015 at 9:15 am

    And you have finally created a lasting legacy with your contributions to pet poetry.

  2. O.C. said, on February 5, 2015 at 9:51 am

    It will either hearten or frighten you to know that when I’ve gone through some recent relationship issues, I went back and read some of the commentary on Ted Forth. And it was helpful. For real. My point being, you never know when/where/how art might strike someone, and might help them. So, thanks, dude.

  3. Guy said, on February 5, 2015 at 1:34 pm

    You might need a few more hardships to alway come out with a positive ending. None, of course, that I would think of wishing upon you!!! I depend on you to not think of my own as they occur.

    (and I promote the hell out of ML!!)

  4. Guy said, on February 5, 2015 at 1:36 pm

    oops… to NOT always come out with (or up with) a positive, hopeful note.

  5. Robert said, on February 5, 2015 at 3:25 pm

    Okay, I went on a TL;dr rant, and changed my mind. Short version – who are you talking to? The people who have been writing/drawing/collaging/making applehead dolls since middle school, or the people who feel the need for creativity in their lives but for whom it does not come naturally?

  6. Stephen said, on February 6, 2015 at 10:46 am

    It’s probably a bit sad on my end, but I have grown to depend on Medium Large. It’s part of my daily routine, a routine made up sometimes of only 3-5 elements, which don’t always include eating (but usually include bathroom trips and touching myself).

    I have had down days where seriously my only movements include checking facebook, doing an online crossword puzzle (it proves to me my brain still exists) and reading Medium Large.

    Your work matters to me. Which might be equivalent to a homeless guy saying “No, seriously, that gunk you leave in the frozen dinner tray matters to me when I dig it out of your trash,” but still – it matters.

    I’m a huge fan, and can’t thank you enough for whatever motivates you to keep providing your stuff here for free. I’m a lifetime comedy/comics fan, and yours is the best work I’ve seen ever – and I’m older than you.

    And stuff like this? Because I’ve given you cache over me, when you write from the heart (even covered in comedic pablum), I take it to heart. I appreciate your talent. Please don’t stop ever. (even tho you stopped my very favorite feature of yours, “Conversations with Dad,” reality mixed with hilarity that you can’t possibly make up.

    Thanks, Francisco. It means the world – really.

    • Stephen said, on February 6, 2015 at 10:48 am

      “Francisco?” Seriously?? Ugh.

      Ces. I’ll just say “Ces.”

  7. Joe said, on February 7, 2015 at 12:22 am

    You drew a custom ML comic for me after I donated to the cause, and it’s one of my most cherished possessions. I even made a couple custom T-shirts of it for my wife and I. 😀

    I need to put it back up on the wall now that I’ve moved into my new office. It’ll look absolutely stellar next to the Zippy portrait I got for Christmas.

    My own art, such that it is, is writing video games for the system I grew up with (the Intellivision) and helping others do the same.

    I have my own calling—engineering—and I couldn’t escape it if I tried. I come from a family that’s a mix of engineers and artists, though, and so even my engineering takes on a flavor of art. It just happens to involve silicon and electrons. I can truly understand that compulsion to “do what you must do”, that need for expression, and even that relative alienation coupled with a need for recognition it brings.

    I tip my hat to you, and if I were there right now, I’d beer you in a heartbeat.

    • Joe said, on February 7, 2015 at 12:41 am

      Oh, and folks love the T-shirt of the comic I mentioned. I’ve worn it to classic gaming conventions and gotten a few laughs. 🙂

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